Thankful for a marriage that went off-script

It’s been 17 years since my wife and I vowed to stick together for the rest of our lives.
I’m so happy and thankful to be stuck with her (cue Huey Lewis and the News).
She’s not what I set out to find when I was young.
Being a Bible-carrying, door-knocking, side-parting, tie-wearing, tract-reading Church of Christ kid, I went off to three Church of Christ colleges for a total of six years, thinking I’d meet and wed a Church of Christ girl from Tennessee or Texas.
We’d settle in the Bible Belt and have three kids. I’d become a deacon and then an elder at our local Church of Christ. She would teach Sunday school.
That was the script I thought I had coming for life.
Instead, I married a Catholic girl from Michigan who went to art school. Instead of meeting at a Wednesday night worship or on a mission trip, we met at the museum where we both worked. She’s not the sip of Southern...








